Discussing: Nuzgûl of the Month November 2013

Nuzgûl of the Month November 2013

October is the month one commemorates the dead, so let November be a month that celebrates life. Mothers, wives, sisters, sons, husbands, brothers... is it not written that a single spark brings an end to a millennium of darkness, after all?

Happy writing! You can post ideas for next month in this forum towards the end of November.

Re: Nuzgûl of the Month November 2013

Isildur? Interesting suggestion, but unlikely, given that he had the Ring so briefly, and Sauron wasn't really in a position at the time to do much more than keep himself together I suspect (and there's a plotbunny right there, even if it probably isn't suited to a challenge...)

Re: Nuzgûl of the Month November 2013

A Ring of Power works in mysterious ways, Nath... but so do hearts. The following is all I could manage for November's challenge, and I apologise to any and all Human/Elf 'shippers out there. The only excuse I can give is a broken heart all mine own...

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Aruthil wept as she waked out of the clearing and out of his life forever.

Forever.

Such a short word, the Elf thought, such a sly and shoddy description of a concept that meant so, so much…

He had tried so hard- had given her the finest wines in his cellar, the finest fruits of his harvest, the finest meats in his larder…

…and yet it had not been enough.

He had been the ear that listened when she had cursed, had been the shoulder that she had wept on, had spoken all the answers she had wanted to hear…

…and yet it had not been enough.

Now he sat with only his thoughts and birdsong for company in an empty clearing, an unopened bottle of wine and two empty glasses before him. He had offered her his heart, his soul, his everything…

…and it had not been enough.

She had chosen another- she had chosen a mortal Man, in the end, the same Man who had broken her heart a hundred times- the same Man she had cursed and scorned a thousand times weeping into his shoulder, the same Man he had told was not worth her sorrow a hundred thousand times, a million times…

…but now it was Aruthil who wept bitter tears.

"You give me forever, Aruthiel, but he…"

The Elf closed his eyes and tried to force the memory away, tried and tried , tried as through sheer force of will he could change history…

…but it was useless.

"You give me forever, and I will love you always for that, no matter what you think, but he..."

Sarniel stood before him, as beautiful and terrible as the sunset that set her hair glittering like molten fire.

"…but he gives me a lifetime."

Aruthil had raged at her, had cursed her decision, but her mind was made up. For all his years, for all his words, there was nothing he could offer her that that the Man had not.

Forever.

Such a short word, the Elf thought, such a sly and shoddy description of a concept that meant so, so much…